Black Swan

The swan, black with sorrow Appeared in my tomorrow This black swan, so rare Intertwined its feathers through my hair A creature so battered Its bones were shattered But it stared at me Then told me to be free I couldn’t listen I was so blinded by its coat that glistened Its eyes that were bright Though clouded with no light I ignored its command And all its demands So the swan, black with sorrow Never again appeared in my tomorrow

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